Varieties
of
Pedagogical Experience
As the crow flies:
exquisite,
banks
thru pines & hemlock:
Flash
Gordons surfing sky.
Up a level: wing-tipped
buzzards,
slow spiraling stealth
bombers,
slant wise.
On the ground: chickadees
& sparrows—hop, hop, hopping:
skip to the loo my darlings,
my daring do.
Devotions.
Sitting on my ass waiting, watching
&
knowing Gödel’s
theorem will
kick-in
with news from beyond:
OMG &
holy smokes how
it comes
with crows
and early light—ideas
like
swarms of
sparrows.
Buzzards might
land &
stretch their
wings. Fools Rush
Inn.
No angels
need apply. Gracias!
A wretch
like me.
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